I often think of the tower of Babel, when thinking about the internet. The original tower was built to reach the heavens in a linear form towards the sky. It must have had a broad foundation such as the ziggurat. Now we have both. Objects literally populating the 'heavens' above us that catch our attention as much as the stars that God placed in the sky to guide us, and the broad networks here on Earth. That I am using right now to communicate.
With all this technology and advances in so many areas, we have overlooked the real reason we each of us have our place and our time to live in this magnificent canopy we call 'Life on Earth'. We have forgotten to search for meaning. We have placed 'knowledge' as the higher virtue.
Knowledge without wisdom is the 'empty vessel that makes much sound. Yet Earth to our ears speeds silently on her course in the wisdom that she was made to expound. Her path, her days and nights, her tilt and sway are all planned for her by unseen hands that we do not comprehend.
That God whom we do not know as his knowledge spans the entire universe and beyond in ways we may never comprehend is the origin of all wisdom. That His gift is the knowledge of our own desires through Satan's hold on Earth. Through this distortion perhaps we can recognise the true image in which we were created to reflect His ideal. As a Christian I believe Jesus fulfilled this demand. A true image that has not been possible for us to emulate or corrupt.
We are other than God, yet in striving towards God we may see our own humanity more clearly for who and what we are. We are the icon in the workshop, the imperfect image of the perfect unity of God. Yet we all remain marred, and yet sovereignly married together with each other, and God in this union of life.
A paradox of unimaginable complexity, and simple union that is daily refreshed by the striving and desire towards unity. This fractal unity that may never be complete, for all would cease to exist in a momentary fission. Perhaps this is death? This moment we all find, in fission with our creator. A death in which He holds our individual identity as an unique facet of His creation. That with our mortal death we may be placed on 'higher ground', like the ark that Noah built.
Noah built his ark on High ground, I often think this symbolises higher moral ground, as well as the means of higher ground that ushered his passengers towards the open doors of their confinement, but ultimate rescue. God always has big plans! He always makes it possible for a big plan to work if we are willing to submit ourselves to his challenge. That ultimate challenge that brings what may from the depths of our psyche and into the open field of conflict for us to understand our weakness.
In all our personal weakness we may be of use. That we simply work through that task of the day, dig ever deeper to find the 'well of life' within the moment. I am simply the 'Samaritan Woman' at the well. As are we all. We all lose our way. We placed our love of money over our love for God. We did not live up to much, and made so many mistakes. Thank God! Thank God he is slow to anger! Thank God that he is quick to help us to the right path to chart our course and set us among his canopy of stars.
I ask protection for our fragile world. For forgiveness of the things we chose not to do for each other, and for renewed faith that we as a worldwide family He has made for Himself here on Earth that we can redeem ourselves with some 'hard graft' and goodwill. It will 'soon be Christmas', perhaps this one we will dig a new well of hope based on our understanding of allowing our lackluster hope in God, and genuine care for each other to be released from the bondage of slavery we have lived in since Adam and Eve shared the fruit of the tree of knowlege, and condemned us to live as seperated from real communion with God in our everyday lives. That communion that exists in the moment we call 'now', and is shared with each other when we meet together.
Yes I write this on my own, but I never feel alone. I always feel that God is with me. Inside me, and beside me, and around me. Like a canopy, like the sky, even the crackling ear I have right now that makes me feel like I have wind blowing through my brain! (I know I am odd!) Perhaps if we all changed God can put that bracket around our own and collective undoing, and help us make a real start on making this a world that is one to be proud of. God made it to be Holy, and a true reflection of all of creation. We just didn't know that we needed to see ourselves as He sees us, and to write our destiny here in this place amongst His sovereign galaxy and beyond the stars.
We Just need to live up to His plan for us, and keep striving towards it.